Evil Clowns
Once it was funny. Now clowns shoot from real machine guns, mortars, bomb cities. People. Living people reminds Roman Nosikov.
Looking at Ukraine now, it is safe to say that in some ways Klitschko was still right: not only everyone can look at tomorrow. Not everyone can look into tomorrow, in which Klitschko is the mayor of Kiev.
Only one thing is strange: for some reason it is not funny.
It used to be funny, but now - no.
Previously, everything that happened in Ukraine reminded us of a circus. It was a very bad circus. Evil. There, clowns were made of people: they were dressed in trousers, they were taught to dance gopak, they were told that these pants, gopak, trident and forelock, they are the real human usefulness, and then released into the arena.
Of course, not everyone was recruited into clowns. But enough people were recruited to play the “vanguard of the nation” of all kinds - advanced embroidered youth, advanced intellectuals, peasantry, art, even advanced embroidered miners, Jews and submariners.
The clowns were hoping, walking around with their naked gogol, talking on the move, drinking and waiting for the audience to sincerely admire.
The audience laughed. Someone in a fist, someone out loud.
Clowns were perplexed. The clowns were angry. Clowns learned to hate. Clowns threatened. Clowns chopped public with inflatable sabers and shot from inflatable rifles.
It was disgusting. But still funny.
Clowns right in front of the public have developed their own philosophy, in which clowns were an exceptional human species with special unique virtues, giving them the right to power and the establishment of rules and laws, to violence.
Right before the eyes of the public, clowns have mastered new types of performances - torch marches, menacing slogans. Started singing songs about the stormtroopers. Get idols and heroes.
One of these idols, according to legend, in his youth, to train the will strangled cats, representing in their place "the nation's enemies". You just imagine the power of imagination, the degree of reincarnation. Could you yourself believe so well that the cat is the “nation's stew” to strangle her?
Now, when evil clowns sincerely rejoice in the death of a woman who perished during yesterday’s bombing of Lugansk, they just in the same way imagine that she is the “nation's stealth”. In the same way as their god Bandera imagined the thieves in the place of cats.
They are in the image.
They are not able to live a real life in the real world, with real enemies, real friends, real love, real art, real literature, real war. They exist in circus decorations, adapted to ensure that dwarfs, freaks and clowns could seem to themselves to be something significant and majestic.
Once it was funny.
Until the circus master betrayed the embittered, trained to hate clowns present weapon.
The clowns were so trained to force themselves to believe that they first believe that women and children are the nation’s enemies, then burn them in Odessa, shoot them in Mariupol, bomb them in Lugansk, and then believe that it was not really them that killed them , and those killed themselves. Then they believe that heroic enemies were victoriously defeated. Then - again in the fact that the enemies died themselves.
Just in the clown trousers and embroidery under oseledets no man. There is no human full-fledged personality. She is traded by the owner of the circus for beautiful trousers, embroidery and donkey.
And the clown believes that he made an incredibly profitable exchange because it is also easier. It is much easier to write yourself into people on the basis of a beautiful, comfortable, European national identity, which is proved by the bloomers and an assassin than by becoming the price of a lifetime.
A clown has the consciousness of a clown, a moderator who knows how to believe in everything. He is ready to believe and accept as reality any deviation from it, any hypothesis, if it is necessary to preserve the image. They can crawl on their knees in front of a foreigner today and sincerely despise you for your lack of freedom of spirit tomorrow.
Clowns shoot from real guns, mortars, bombed the city. People. Alive. Turn into meat. And at the same time they are flooded with hysterical circus laughter, as if they are fighting with rattles and shooting from squalls.
Because the concept of reality has already been destroyed. True - this is what the circus owner will say. It's easier.
Here before you read something from the pearls of the Russian opposition - and it is ridiculous. Romanov would either call the Orthodox to be veteran, "gossyr", or Gozman SS, who would equate SMERSH, while Bykov would say that he would not have become a lampshade, but he would not have to thank this unsympathetic people. Yes, they talked and wrote a lot.
It was disgusting. But funny.
And now not.
Looking at Ukraine now, it is safe to say that in some ways Klitschko was still right: not only everyone can look at tomorrow. Not everyone can look into tomorrow, in which Klitschko is the mayor of Kiev.
Only one thing is strange: for some reason it is not funny.
It used to be funny, but now - no.
Previously, everything that happened in Ukraine reminded us of a circus. It was a very bad circus. Evil. There, clowns were made of people: they were dressed in trousers, they were taught to dance gopak, they were told that these pants, gopak, trident and forelock, they are the real human usefulness, and then released into the arena.
Of course, not everyone was recruited into clowns. But enough people were recruited to play the “vanguard of the nation” of all kinds - advanced embroidered youth, advanced intellectuals, peasantry, art, even advanced embroidered miners, Jews and submariners.
The clowns were hoping, walking around with their naked gogol, talking on the move, drinking and waiting for the audience to sincerely admire.
The audience laughed. Someone in a fist, someone out loud.
Clowns were perplexed. The clowns were angry. Clowns learned to hate. Clowns threatened. Clowns chopped public with inflatable sabers and shot from inflatable rifles.
It was disgusting. But still funny.
Clowns right in front of the public have developed their own philosophy, in which clowns were an exceptional human species with special unique virtues, giving them the right to power and the establishment of rules and laws, to violence.
Right before the eyes of the public, clowns have mastered new types of performances - torch marches, menacing slogans. Started singing songs about the stormtroopers. Get idols and heroes.
One of these idols, according to legend, in his youth, to train the will strangled cats, representing in their place "the nation's enemies". You just imagine the power of imagination, the degree of reincarnation. Could you yourself believe so well that the cat is the “nation's stew” to strangle her?
Now, when evil clowns sincerely rejoice in the death of a woman who perished during yesterday’s bombing of Lugansk, they just in the same way imagine that she is the “nation's stealth”. In the same way as their god Bandera imagined the thieves in the place of cats.
They are in the image.
They are not able to live a real life in the real world, with real enemies, real friends, real love, real art, real literature, real war. They exist in circus decorations, adapted to ensure that dwarfs, freaks and clowns could seem to themselves to be something significant and majestic.
Once it was funny.
Until the circus master betrayed the embittered, trained to hate clowns present weapon.
The clowns were so trained to force themselves to believe that they first believe that women and children are the nation’s enemies, then burn them in Odessa, shoot them in Mariupol, bomb them in Lugansk, and then believe that it was not really them that killed them , and those killed themselves. Then they believe that heroic enemies were victoriously defeated. Then - again in the fact that the enemies died themselves.
Just in the clown trousers and embroidery under oseledets no man. There is no human full-fledged personality. She is traded by the owner of the circus for beautiful trousers, embroidery and donkey.
And the clown believes that he made an incredibly profitable exchange because it is also easier. It is much easier to write yourself into people on the basis of a beautiful, comfortable, European national identity, which is proved by the bloomers and an assassin than by becoming the price of a lifetime.
A clown has the consciousness of a clown, a moderator who knows how to believe in everything. He is ready to believe and accept as reality any deviation from it, any hypothesis, if it is necessary to preserve the image. They can crawl on their knees in front of a foreigner today and sincerely despise you for your lack of freedom of spirit tomorrow.
Clowns shoot from real guns, mortars, bombed the city. People. Alive. Turn into meat. And at the same time they are flooded with hysterical circus laughter, as if they are fighting with rattles and shooting from squalls.
Because the concept of reality has already been destroyed. True - this is what the circus owner will say. It's easier.
Here before you read something from the pearls of the Russian opposition - and it is ridiculous. Romanov would either call the Orthodox to be veteran, "gossyr", or Gozman SS, who would equate SMERSH, while Bykov would say that he would not have become a lampshade, but he would not have to thank this unsympathetic people. Yes, they talked and wrote a lot.
It was disgusting. But funny.
And now not.
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